Family: Dad-Henry Brothers- Charlie and Robert Sisters-Olivia and Lucinda
Personality: She is strong, lively, open hearted and doesn't like how men are treated better than women.
Year she arrived in Australia: 1852
October 16th 1849
I awoke with a fright, am I alive? Yes my limbs move, my skin is warm, my heart beats fast to the unsteady rhythm of the boat. I see, I hear, my head remains above the salty water that we float on. I am alive. I do not know the o’clock as it is many hours after I retired to my bed chamber on this wretched boat. I slowly stand and walk towards my half open door. I climb up the unstable ladder into a freezing cold night. A big gust of wind blows a salty spray into my face. There are almost no stars in the sky as storm clouds cover them. I new there and then that tonight was going to be a bumpy one. Suddenly I heard foot steps, we are not supposed to be out of our chambers at night. I scurried down the ladder, good they did not see me. “Only one more month Phoebe” I whispered to myself.
Phoebe
October 7th 1849
I don’t quite know how we found out about this, gold rush. All I know is that I wish we never did. It’s making things so much harder. We’re leaving the only place we know. Risking our lives to go find gold what if we never get back? Or worse, what if we never get there? The dinner bell rang and we all pushed and shoved to get to the front of the line even though we new we were to get the tiniest portion of food, at least it was something, right? My little sister Lucie clenched my hand she is only one years old and she never new our mother as she died during her birth, so now I'm like a mother to her. My family is quite large I have two older brothers; Charlie who is now nineteen looks alot like father dark brown hair that almost seemed black thanks to staying out of the suns reach for so long. Robert who is eighteen looks more like mother with wavey, blond hair and dark blue eyes that always made me smile. aswell as two oyunger sisters; Lucinda who is ten could be charlies twin. Finally Olive who is one year of age and has blond hair like mother and oke brown eyes like fathers. Oh I miss mother so much memories flooded back into my mind of the two of us in the fields and sitting by the fire telling stories of lost princesses and myths of dragons and fairies. "Phoebe, hello, Phoebe" Lucie tugged my arm
Name: Phoebe Campbell
Origin: Ireland
Age: 17years old
Family: Dad-Henry Brothers- Charlie and Robert Sisters-Olivia and Lucinda
Personality: She is strong, lively, open hearted and doesn't like how men are treated better than women.
Year she arrived in Australia: 1852
October 16th 1849
I awoke with a fright, am I alive? Yes my limbs move, my skin is warm, my heart beats fast to the unsteady rhythm of the boat. I see, I hear, my head remains above the salty water that we float on. I am alive. I do not know the o’clock as it is many hours after I retired to my bed chamber on this wretched boat. I slowly stand and walk towards my half open door. I climb up the unstable ladder into a freezing cold night. A big gust of wind blows a salty spray into my face. There are almost no stars in the sky as storm clouds cover them. I new there and then that tonight was going to be a bumpy one. Suddenly I heard foot steps, we are not supposed to be out of our chambers at night. I scurried down the ladder, good they did not see me. “Only one more month Phoebe” I whispered to myself.
Phoebe
October 7th 1849
I don’t quite know how we found out about this, gold rush. All I know is that I wish we never did. It’s making things so much harder. We’re leaving the only place we know. Risking our lives to go find gold what if we never get back? Or worse, what if we never get there? The dinner bell rang and we all pushed and shoved to get to the front of the line even though we new we were to get the tiniest portion of food, at least it was something, right? My little sister Lucie clenched my hand she is only one years old and she never new our mother as she died during her birth, so now I'm like a mother to her. My family is quite large I have two older brothers; Charlie who is now nineteen looks alot like father dark brown hair that almost seemed black thanks to staying out of the suns reach for so long. Robert who is eighteen looks more like mother with wavey, blond hair and dark blue eyes that always made me smile. aswell as two oyunger sisters; Lucinda who is ten could be charlies twin. Finally Olive who is one year of age and has blond hair like mother and oke brown eyes like fathers. Oh I miss mother so much memories flooded back into my mind of the two of us in the fields and sitting by the fire telling stories of lost princesses and myths of dragons and fairies. "Phoebe, hello, Phoebe" Lucie tugged my arm